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Regarding the Vermontane gubernatorial candidate, we have all observed the struggles that the bien-pensants put themselves through to properly describe the transexual. Is Christine a female transexual? And does that mean a genetic woman transforming into faux-male? The photo makes it clear that this is an ordinarily ugly man trying to become a frightful faux-female. But do we call it a male-to-female-transexual? No. Too awkward. Too many words.
English has a perfect word for this person. A eunuch.
When I heard about the new accuser…
https://youtu.be/tUY05_ZwFzg
It’s become quite clear
that the news, though fake,
is real,
beyond contradiction,
beyond appeal.
None dare call it lies,
none dare call it fiction,
we must not antagonize,
must not cause friction.
What was square and upx
is now round and down,
sworn to by every cowardly lion
and every lyin’ clown.
Adhering to insane speech codes
is the accepted norm
by the PC, personally corrupt,
as the preferred form.
Jokes and satire now forbidden communication
liable to cause insult, anguish, altercation.
The Good News?
If you turn around quickly, you’ll be stabbed in the front and not in the back
by empty souls who’ve joined the baying, blood-lust pack.
My kids and I had a life lesson taught to us in the McDonald’s by one of the big high schools in the city. We went to order, and I noticed that the whole store was in confusion: employees on break, in uniform, lolling about on their iPhones in the customer lobby, counter employees standing without anything in their hands and purposeless/ useless. Customers were waiting for their orders, stacked up in the lobby.
Then, at the order up counter s/she appeared. A motherfucking dude, dressed with fake tits, a 5 o’clock shadow, and a deep voice, running the whole goddamn show! No, he wasn’t the manager, but you’d better believe the whole event was courtesy of his trans privilege.
I used that opportunity to showcase for my young teenagers how things go in society when a few, maladjusted and privileged creeps, decide we all need to be a part of their perversion. Imagine fucking Vermont when they vote this guy in! I’d pay money to watch that long, slow, train wreck unfold. Please…please vote this guy in. You sleep in the bed you make, democratics. Do it! Don’t be so self centered and prejudiced! This guy/gal deserves something large from society because you are so uptight. Vote him in!
Casey Klahn, of course good Vermonters will vote him, her, hir, hem, or whatever in. It’s their duty to create a more safe and diverse political space. And to atone for centuries of discrimination. Oh, and for equality, you can’t forget equality.